"Yo? Miss He also has such refined tastes, reveling in battle here?"

Halfway up the mountain, a teasing male voice rang out.

The man had medium-length hair and a handsome appearance, with a smile on his face as he looked up at the treetop.

Perched at the treetop was a young woman.

Her figure was graceful, dressed in an elegant green long dress, quite ancient in style.

Her beautiful face and temperate grace were like a lotus blooming in a clear lake, pleasing to the eye.

"Xu Xing, please address me as senior sister."

The woman looked down, her soft voice responding to the cheerful youth.

The youth named Xu Xing laughed heartily: "We are the same age."

With a leap, he swiftly climbed the large tree.

The tree swayed from side to side, yet the woman in green remained as still.

Clearly, she wasn't really standing there, but hovering in place.

Xu Xing climbed to a position seven or eight meters high, standing on a branch and looking towards Martial Arts Arena No. 46:

"My dorm buddy just texted me, saying Da Xia's genius arrived and clashed with Zhao Zhenren.

Miss He, who do you favor more?"

He Yingcai didn't respond to the youth's teasingly formal address and softly said, "Zhao Zhenren, I guess."

Xu Xing: "Oh?"

He Yingcai sighed softly, "Lu Tianjiao is indeed astonishing, but his ability to slay the River Realm Demon Monarch was also due to the help of Human Clan elders.

Moreover, the Evil Dog Clan lacks defensive techniques."

Xu Xing nodded, "True, the Evil Dog Clan has no means of defense, affording our Human Clan the opportunity to prevail against the mightier.

Zhao Zhenren is much stronger than a mere dog.

Lu Tianjiao, I fear, can't even break through his defense."

"Um," He Yingcai nodded gently; she was more than just a spectator.

She had adopted Lu Ran's perspective, retreating her own power level to that of the River Realm's fourth or fifth tier.

Under such circumstances, how could she defeat her adversary?

It was too difficult.

The chasm between their levels was like a vast abyss laid before both parties, insurmountable.

To exaggerate a bit, defense alone had blocked all paths of victory from below.

More troubling for her was that Zhao Zhenren possessed not only Jiang Realm's Universal Skill: Water Flow Armor but also the Martial Monk's Dharma Protector Golden Body!

Even if He Yingcai herself were to fight, with her power level far surpassing Zhao Zhenren, she couldn't break his Golden Body through brute force.

First-class God·Monk was not elevated to that divine throne for no reason!

Martial Monk believers weren't just tough; they were tough with spikes.

Their Golden Body Protection made them incredibly explosive in output.

The Martial Monk faction focused on cultivating martial skills; their devotees each possessed unparalleled combat abilities!

Facing such believers in battle, direct assault was unlikely to yield miraculous results.

She could only outsmart them.

"Only through outsmarting..."

He Yingcai murmured internally, contemplating techniques available to the Immortal Sheep faction.

After careful consideration, she truly didn't know what Lu Ran could use to win...

Unless, should he resort to using Divine Technique·Immortal Pupil?

Even putting aside whether Zhao Zhenren would be afraid, even if Zhao indeed feared, he still had the Purification Skill.

The Martial Monk faction was tremendously formidable!

Not only were they impenetrable physically, they were equally resistant to spiritual attacks!

What could she possibly do?

"Alas..." He Yingcai couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking it over, only one thought remained in her mind: "Lu Tianjiao is a bit too arrogant for his youth."

"The battle is about to start!" Xu Xing anticipated eagerly as he saw Zhao Zhenren stride into the arena.

As Zhao Zhenren entered, the audience around Arena No. 46 frantically retreated.

Once Jiang Realm Great Power made a move, it was no joke.

A casual display of power could pulverize many into dust!

Jiang Ruyi soared high, her eyes filled with worry as she observed Lu Ran in the arena.

Lu Ran's arrival had delighted and surprised her.

However, as the situation developed to this extent, Jiang Ruyi felt guilty.

A River Realm Martial Monk believer, how could he fight this...

If it were any other River Realm believer... No, he couldn't fight that either.

Ultimately, it all came down to four words—Water Flow Armor.

"Whoo~"

Zhao Zhenren casually grabbed a dark golden copper stick.

Martial Monk Divine Skill·Ancient Copper Stick!

Zhao Zhenren stood in the arena, his face somber: "Lu Tianjiao, I know you're entering the battlefield on the fifteenth of August.

As your senior, I will show mercy."

While speaking, Zhao Zhenren's eyes swept across the entire arena, and as his gaze reached the participants, they continued retiring backward.

The terror of Jiang Realm was such.

After his sweeping gaze, Zhao Zhenren added, "If Lu Tianjiao can't hold on, he may also choose to surrender.

As your senior, I have that much magnanimity, not to hold past grudges against you."

From outside the arena in the woods, a series of low voices discussed:

"The art of rhetoric."

"One 'Heavenly Pride' after another, constantly confirming Lu Ran's identity, then having Heavenly Pride surrender?

"Isn't that quite insinuating?"

"Seriously, Ran Shen is a bit reckless, just a few words would have sufficed, why insist on a tough approach, now he's cornered himself, hasn't he?"

"Spare us your bullshit, if your girlfriend was harassed nonstop, could you swallow your pride?"

"And if not, being beaten up, wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?"

Many on-site understood Zhao Zhenren's words.

However, under Jiang Realm's intimidation, only hushed discussions were possible outside.

"Baa."

Quite abruptly, Lu Ran emitted a faint sheep's bleat.

Zhao Zhenren's maintained posture of a master instantly vanished.

His normally calm face revealed a trace of ferocity!

Enough hints?

A friendly competition?

Joke!

The sheep's bleat pushed by Lu Ran directly provoked Zhao Zhenren's true nature.

"Ts..."

In the next moment, Zhao Zhenren's feet spread forth layers of golden aura.

Martial Monk Divine Skill·Golden Wind!

This was a Purification Technique.

Within the area engulfed by the golden aura, all wicked and demonic sly methods would be purged!

Zhao Zhenren's demeanor returned to normal, but a strange smile appeared on his face:

"Lu Tianjiao, so aggressive, not leaving any path for yourself?

If I were clouded by your cry and struck heavily, what would you do?"

Lu Ran's bleating was quiet, mostly unheard by the audience.

Zhao Zhenren's voice, however, was loud, as if making a statement, preemptively absolving himself of responsibility.

"Heh." Lu Ran scoffed, "Fight with honor, what's the point in holding back?"

Zhao Zhenren was genuinely baffled.

Has this kid gone mad?

Did slaying a River Realm Demon Lord inflate his ego this much?

Well, think about it.

Anyone at a young age, receiving national attention, heralded with flowers and applause wherever they go, would probably get carried away.

"Ha ha ha ha...." With that in mind, Zhao Zhenren laughed.

He laughed at Lu Ran's youthful arrogance,

Laughed at Lu Ran being unknowingly glorified to death by cheers.

Undeniably, whether within his level range or age group, Lu Ran could be described as "surpassing Da Xia."

But the opponents you've defeated were Evil Demons!

Creatures with low intelligence and little tactical breeding.

Now, you face me, a believer of the Human Clan, and a believer of First-class God·Monk no less!

And you still expect to provoke me as you did the Evil Demons...

Do you really wish to die?

"Clang clang clang!" Rosy clouds unsheathed.

Lu Ran extended his left hand, grasping the Divine Weapon: "I said we fight for real!

I, the proud son of Da Xia, let you toy with me?"

Zhao Zhenren's laughter receded, but when he looked at Lu Ran again, his eyes were laced with scorn.

"Whoo~"

Lu Ran swept his blade before him, stirring strands of golden wind: "I'll say it again!

I, Lu Ran, Da Xia's genius!

Win by winning, lose by losing, do I need your pity?

I just realized, you blew all this golden wind just to pat your own face, right?

Stop flaunting, Flower Monk, it's embarrassing."

High in the sky, Jiang Ruyi looked perplexed.

Lu Ran was indeed a slick talker, but that venom-coated mouth rarely showed itself.

Today, was Lu Ran that enraged?

Provoking the opponent like this was clearly unwise. Why do this...

"Good!"

"That's spoken with vigor!"

"Yes! That's the spirit we need, facing adversaries with a drawn sword! That's our Da Xia's genius!"

"Stop cheering, are you roasting him on a fire?"

"One by one, watching a funeral but not minding the scale of the burial..."

"Whoo~"

Zhao Zhenren stared at Lu Ran, fury surging in his heart!

A simple term "Flower Monk," seemingly light, actually pierced his male ego.

Escort his junior sister back to the dorm?

Everyone knew what you were up to, it just wasn't exposed by anyone during Zhao Zhenren's righteous ardor.

But this particular phrase also involved the word "monk."

As a Martial Monk believer, Zhao Zhenren completely exploded!

This kid's mouth, was indeed venomous!

To throw out these three words, tailor-made almost...

"Whoo~"

The golden wind at Zhao Zhenren's feet gradually dissipated.

So beautifully said, and everyone heard it, fine, let me indulge you!

Then this golden honor, I won't stick to my face anymore.

Now, dare you still call out?

"Baa~"

Lu Ran, also eyeing Zhao Zhenren, let out a sheep's bleat through his mask.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear.

Zhao Zhenren laughed in frustration, "Good on you, Da Xia's genius, you've got the guts!"

"Sss—"

Lu Ran's feet stirred the mist, his figure suddenly darting forth:

"Too much talk!"

Zhao Zhenren: !!!

From a distant treetop, He Yingcai's eyes brightened, murmuring to herself:

"Such a clever junior."

"Oh?" Xu Xing looked up at the woman in green.

"Hehe~" He Yingcai admired with a lifted corner of her mouth.

Is the battle just starting?

No!

As Lu Ran and Zhao Zhenren conversed, the battle had already begun!

And it was quite spectacular!

He Yingcai, putting herself in their shoes, had considered countless methods but ultimately found none that would allow her, at River Realm, to defeat a Jiang Realm·Martial Monk believer.

Zhao Zhenren almost completely dominated Lu Ran.

Surrendering, to cut losses in time, seemed like Lu Ran's only path.

What He Yingcai hadn't anticipated was that the method to victory was clearly displayed before her eyes by the junior!

And it had been shown quite some time before she even realized.

Indeed, Lu Ran lacked the ability to break Zhao Zhenren's defense.

Even a fellow at the same level had great difficulty breaking Zhao Zhenren's defense.

But...

Zhao Zhenren could break his own defense!

Martial Monk believers' output was extremely explosive.

For Lu Ran to win, it was essential for Zhao Zhenren to go all out...

No wonder, Lu Tianjiao was so aggressively pressing, his mouth sharpened with poison.

Beneath that arrogant demeanor was a heart full of schemes!

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